I hate that I can't honestly hate anything for a significant amount of time. I usually just shrug it off after a very short while and move on... not before I build it up sufficiently enough though. Short and intense is too un-fulfilling.
My cold, snide, intellectual life is just a veneer, behind which lies the plywood of loneliness.
i HATE that really loud beeb thing the phone does when you get a wrong number! it makes me want to throw the phone against the wall and ninja kick whoever's standing next to me...a lil....i mean...you know...just for a sec.
There canâ€™t be any large-scale revolution until thereâ€™s a personal revolution, on an individual level. Itâ€™s got to happen inside first.